Frameless Heads

70 x 90 cm
acrylic, watercolour on paper
2020

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Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how

And when no hope was left in sight on that starry
Starry night.
You took your life
As lovers often do

geä., Original: Vincent (Starry, starry night) by Don McLean